Good things will happen

I check the calendar regularly. Below it sits the “to do” list, which even in semi retirement, I can’t seem to let go of. Today, for some reason, my eyes strayed to the words beside the pictures on the calendar.

Floundering in the Deep End

Monday’s I was on call, Tuesday’s I hit the pool, Wednesday was errand or appointment day, Thursday’s found me back at the pool for round 2 and Friday after work was drink time with friends. And now…

Make Monday Meaningful

Something I read yesterday stuck with me and early early this am I created my own version. Then I coloured it and organized the side of the fridge around it. It takes me to “my happy”.

Sunday Stills of Rosy Reds

It is entirely possible I will struggle with the link but I did want to participate (for the first time ever) in #SundayStills. The prompt this week is #RosyReds and that struck me as so timely today that I wanted to hop on the band wagon. Now if I can just pull it all together!

Walk time

We tried to do the advent activity fully together but didn’t sustain it for long. I think it’s something to do with cadence.

Easy peasy

I actually had to look up my title idea as it seemed so easy that I had probably used it before. Turns out I haven’t and it definitely fits today’s advent activity.

GT 2020

The best way to fight the dull winter blues is to embrace winter. Which is exactly what we did this afternoon. We made time to go “GTing” with the littles. Squeals of delight and falling off on purpose. “Faster Grampa faster” I heard as I tried to snap a picture of the three of them zipping down the driveway.

Rebalancing on the road

I stood, sheltered from the cool breeze in the doorway. The sun warmed the door and the heat started to strip away the grunge in my brain. Sleep hadn’t been my friend again and the alarm felt rude and unnecessary. But a plan is a plan so I rose although I can definitely say there was no shine.

B+ *A New Tribe*

In January I gave myself a D- report card but my physio gave me a big fat F for my fitness level. I ended that post by repeating what my husband said “only you can change that.”

Then three things happened in

Rogue

I’ve gone a bit rogue. Oh not from the important item of social isolation. I’m spot on there but it’s in my daily activities.